Once there was a young lad,
Becoming a mentor was a role he gladly had.
Making students learn concepts, showing new ways of teaching,
Making class a fun interaction rather than preaching.
The fire of youth was enough fascinating,
His teaching style made him captivating.
The concern he showed, the love he showered,
His motive was to make students powered.
But people can't see someone rising ,
Because someone who understood students was truly surprising!
Rumours spread judgements done,
Because they were not able to rise ,not even one.
Maybe he is misunderstood,maybe he is wrongly narrated,
But can they match the way he educated?
Storms came to shake him, doubts tried to call,
But every dawn found him standing tall.
They built their noise, he built his grace,
And truth alone lit up his face.
Where there is a will
There is always a new way
To make it okay.
IN AND OF WILLPOWER
Yes, strong willpower
Is a great thing;
But what is willed,
Requires much work
In order to be attained:-
And such work demands creativity,
And truth of the heart and the brain:-
Finally, if such is truly to be fulfilled,
It must indeed be, of God’s holy will:-
binary self-will
I could never quite do it
leaving escape clause
in analogue equation
go with 1, just once, all-in
I ask for all the pain,
My potential is bound in the chain,
I ask for all the struggle,
My wings caught in rubble.
I ask for all the tears,
More than my eyes bears,
I ask for all the challenges,
In silence my mind plunges.
I ask you to break my will,
At the bottom of the hill I lay still,
But I will make sure to rise,
For my dreams, I want to realise.
The cheesecake in the bakery I want to devour,
dag-gone my crumbling willpower!
It's cherry topping so high,
makes me want to cry.
I walk on past the candy aisle,
and gaze at the cereal shelves awhile.
Euell Gibbon's "sticks and pebbles"
Grape Nuts brand-
that kind of breakfast I cannot stand.
Give me a cupcake piled with frosting,
never mind, the "guilt calisthenics"
afterwards would be exhausting!
Stepping on the scale I hate,
I'd much prefer Kit Harington was my date,
yes, that's quite a fantasy,
so bugger off- I'm in my sixties!
My slim grandchildren eat like lumberjacks,
I gain easily, my metabolism is wack,
their ice cream consumption is legendary,
as I scowl eating yogurt and boysenberries.
If there is a monument somewhere for us
who try to lose weight,
before they engrave my name on, do hesitate,
as I'm hiding in my room and munching
in the dark,
peanut butter patties Girl Scout cookies-
but don't give me any snark!
Those who will
won't say won't
They will say will
won't they
Those who won't
won't say will
They will say won't
won't they
Leftover Willpower
David J Walker
I know
I know
What I said last night
After the last bite of
Turkey and dressing and
Cranberry sauce and
Pumpkin pie
That I
Would never eat again
At least, not this much
So much
That it stretched my belly to
New dimensions forcing me to
Unbutton the waistband of my
Khaki dress slacks
I know
I know
How good it all was
and yet how
Bad for me at the same time
And how I fell asleep in the
Recliner watching reruns of
“It’s a Wonderful Life”
And the morning after
When I cannot think of putting
Any more food in my mouth
Somewhere in the back of my head
Hatches a plan for later
Sliders
Maybe one
Reheated roll with
Turkey and dressing and
Cranberry sauce
Small Sliders
Maybe two
Just two
No more
But surely not three
Would you think it profane to
Curse the names of every Pilgrim
Who landed on Plymouth Rock?
The bane of my weakening
Leftover willpower
IT’s ALL THEIR FAULT!
In his hey days of youth
defying all obstacles
fiercely independent
reaping honors
medals and awards
he went beyond
further than most men
with sheer willpower
determination
till suddenly...
stealth and unforeseen
crept in time
the twilight
of bygone days
like a veil dropping
a hush circling
a mist rolling in
a fog growing denser
around his world
discreetly hovering
slowly closing in
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Cast me down, obstruct my ways.
Throw me down, into a maze.
Supress my ideas and my notions,
Let it be a complete commotion.
Dissuade me from trying!
Still baby, you can’t stop me from flying!
Just know that!
I’ll will, I’ll win, I’ll win….
Yeah…. I know I’ll win, i'll win, i'll win!
Look into my eyes, the spark is so bright.
My commitment and dedication,
My work is characterized by precision,
And a sedulous attention.
Hey, I don’t give up baby, I don’t quit!
For, I am a ball of fire!
I know, I am a survivor!
So, don’t just think, you’ll see me retire.
Coz I know! Yes, I know that,
I am born to win.
No matter what, how fast is the spin.
Get it to your head that,
I’ll win, I’ll win, I’ll win
Yeah, I’ll win, I’ll win, I’ll win.
will is broken down
by stray sneaky give-in sways
tighten the bylines
My voice is weak, my hand falters
as I attempt to speak of my Father.
Each night sleep takes me,
then truth awakes me –
my Dad is gone, now dead.
My heart hears this from my head.
Wrapped in numbness, walking in nothingness,
I search for his presence.
The chain’s now broken, its brightest link gone.
My Dad was security and so mentally strong.
His mind quick, his wit sharp,
he always inspired my young heart.
Pleasing my Father was to lasso the sun.
In him my pride was first begun.
I picture his hands, legs and arms –
my protector from harm;
wisdom was his voice,
comforting his every choice,
willpower his motto, sureness his step.
He was a man of incredible depth.
Knowing I am my Father’s daughter
is a thought to be tenderly kept.
His final, “I love you” words,
the most emotion I’ve heard yet.
I will miss you, Daddy.
Now and forever, naught will I forget.
I’ll see you each sunrise,
mourn you each sunset.
Images crash around me,
I’d have it no other way
Than your memory with
me each and every day.
This has to be one of the most common queries:
Why does food that tastes good have too many calories?
Just about anything that has a pleasant taste
adds additional centimeters to my waist.
No matter what the time of the hour,
I become a victim of diminished willpower.
Before I know it, I am opening my refrigerator.
I look for any kind of hunger eliminator.
Have you ever seen them throw trash into an incinerator?
I consume many more calories than I can burn.
This appears to be a lesson I am too incorrigible to learn.
Inspired by another members poem.
My willpower took a leap
Way down low and very deep
And stayed there refusing to
Come out when I'm close to you
My dark side has taken over
As you slide in really closer
Causing goosebumps on my skin
I need my power back again
But its letting you do what
You want to as it is shut
So far sown inside of me
I have given up the plea
Not to let my heart get stolen
It's to late and now its swollen
With each touch and kiss you share
It is more than I can bear
Now I melt like heated butter
Cause I wouldn't want no other
Lover to make me feel
This alive and help e heal
With seven words to get me through
"I'll always be here for you"
What's the hardest thing to do?
It all comes down to life and you.
Lest you find your self controlled,
Learn to harness will, behold.
Power to choose within your soul,
Overcome and destroy control.
With your mind you can achieve,
Endure through, you must believe.
Resist temptation, prepare celebration.
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